All Over Her

Chapter 2: Nothing New

As we shuffled into the great hall, I saw the swarm of nervous first years, anticipating what house they'll possibly be sorted into. I remember that worry. It was exacerbated by a hat stall. It was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, ultimately landing on Gryffindor. All of my siblings landed in Gryffindor, an occurrence that settled much of my beginning anxieties. I sat next to Ziggy at dinner, Fred and George in front of us. Harry was next to me, with Hermione and Ron in front of him.
    Plates upon plates of food were prepared, Ron was digging into the chicken legs, that of which kept reappearing every time he feasted on one. I wouldn't say I was starved but I was certainly hungry.
    "So, what is the ever illustrious Ms. Black planning for quidditch this year?" asked George.
    They all looked at me intently. We all love quidditch, my siblings and I play it all summer basically. They think Harry is going to be captain this year, so everyone is expecting me to be his right hand. Both my siblings are on the team. Ziggy is a very talented chaser, a skill she works hard on with our other chaser Ginny Weasley. Fred and George are beaters so I'm hoping they'll put in work and keep me from getting hit like last year.
    "I've been thinking about it, I'm not quite sure what, but I am very much thinking." I said, trying to roll the question off my back.
    I heard obnoxious laughing a few tables over, to no surprise it's the Slytherin boys. Rude gits, the whole lot of them. Lorenzo Birkshire, Draco Malfoy,Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and Mattheo Riddle. Draco is an imbecile, he's horrid to the Weasleys, that already puts him on my shit list. I've heard Lorenzo is the nicest of them, I pay no mind to that sentiment though as he asked my sister out, their relationship during our fourth year was nothing phenomenal. Theodore Nott, I've seen him more at parties than at class, he reeks of cigarettes and whiskey. I'm neutral with Blaise, but his association gives him negative points. But none are as dreaded as Mattheo Riddle. He's tormented me since first year, like he has some personal vendetta against me. He caught my gaze, flashing his teeth and winking.
    I made a sour face, scoffing internally when he turned to speak to his friends.
    "Cas? Hellooo? Are you alright?" Ron said, waving at me.
    "Oh- yeah I'm fine just got distracted." I said
    "Alright then, I was asking if we have any classes together this term."
    We exchanged schedules, we had a few together.
    Dinner was nothing memorable, the same thing every year. Headmaster Dumbledor does his speech. He gives the teachers their introductions. Nothing new. But I expect nothing less. The frivolity of the whole ceremony is merely just something for the first years I believe. My main goal at this point is to graduate so I haven't given anything else much thought. I know, I have this year and next year left but I set my goals high. Dinner was over and we were eventually back in the dorms. I had striped pajamas, a matching set that I stole from Harry so it fits me a bit strange but it's comfortable nonetheless.

Since I am an upperclassman I have a private dorm now with only one roommate, in place of the communal rooms. Of course I picked Ziggy.
    "Sooo Jamie, anyone got your eye yet?" She said, laying upside down at the edge of her bed. It was undone and messy, we haven't even gotten settled in yet. Jamie is my middle name, I was named after Harry's dad, a great man I was told. Only my family calls me that.
    "We just got here Ziggy, I don't think I've had a chance to look.. But I could ask you a similar question." I threw a pillow at her as she turned red.
    "I know nothing of what you talk about sister.. And look at the time we should head to bed." She turned over and wrapped herself in her cocoon, turning her side's lamp off.
    I laugh,"You're a horrible liar."
    I followed her decision and got myself comfortable. I realistically haven't given much thought to the boys here, or the girls, anyone in particular actually. I guess it wouldn't hurt to branch out more this year; I shouldn't make my last two years an entire waste. I'll start slow.